Deuces

I’d blame it on astrology, But it’s more the lack of apology, To be frank, between you and me.  Our horoscopes always say, It would end up this way, So I should have known much sooner. Exactly what you knew then, You said it times ten, After all, Emphatically, verbally, physically. Hey, let’s embrace, We’ve been here before, But I needed a bit more, From myself is where I’ll find Cruel and cold Not my thing anymore  Was weary,  And used, Thin line, fused.

Second grade is treating us more kindly than first, and we’re only 3 weeks in.  Sayler lights up just a little brighter, her unintentional humor is a little bit more enlightening and the things she creates and experiments with are a bit more interesting.  Here’s to the start of a new academic year- highlights of life with a 7 year old - I bought the fancy, expensive, organic peanut butter to which my 7 year old informed me: “I don’t like that kind- mom, I only eat Skippy on sandwiches, and only Jif on apples”. Well, who knew? - Lying in bed the other night we went through a series of “about me” questions.  She asked if I knew who she had a ‘teen crush’ on to which I said I didn’t know and she proceeded to tell me she had a ‘teen crush’ on another second-grader (named Aiden, in her class).  I was relieved it wasn’t an *actual teen.  -When I asked her if she knew where mommy works she said “job”. I asked her what I did and she said “judge people”.  Er’ okay. Close enough, I guess. - When

I lie my head down each night. And most of these nights I think about how I had no time to write.  But I don’t think on it begrudgingly.  Rather, I feel an ease and contentedness in my heart, knowing that my days are so full that by the time my head hits the pillow I haven’t had time to write. Most nights, I lie next to my 2 girls. They fuss and fidget over who sleeps next to me, Often clawing one another to squeeze in. It makes me hot. Especially on a Southern California night like this. At times I’ll opt to lie between them, seemingly satisfying both of my best girls wishes to be close. It isn’t quite enough. They still claw.  I love them. Sayler lost her first tooth this summer.  She came home from summer camp, beaming one day. The hole in her mouth evidencing her first bottom tooth has finally wiggled free.  And Alana’s summer has been only slightly more dramatic.  She’s showing interest in the potty.  Which, I wouldn’t be a mother if I didn’t share that with the World Wide Web.  B